During the break, Fu Ying took out her diary and placed it on the desk when suddenly one of the more boisterous boys in class snatched it away.
Fu Ying immediately stood up, trying to snatch it back.
The boy chuckled, "You're always doodling in this notebook, what exactly are you drawing?"
"Xiao Minghui, give me back my notebook!"
"Let me have a look."
Fu Ying frowned, and just as Xiao Minghui was about to flip open the notebook, she quickly stepped forward and snatched it back.
Xiao Minghui shrugged his shoulders, "So stingy."
Fu Ying blushed with anger and blurted out her first swear word in her life, "Stingy your sister."
Her delicate and gentle voice made it sound less like a curse and more like coy complaining.
Xiao Minghui felt tickled by the comment, "Hey, Fu Ying, I just wanted to have a look. Do you have some kind of secret?"
Fu Ying frowned, gave him a glance, and without a word, returned to her seat.
